My New York City Days

As I glanced at the endless parade of strange city people walking pass me while I leaned against the side of the XXX theater, my arrival in New York City flash through my mind. My first glimpse of the towering skyscrapers had been breath taking. I had never even conceived that building could be so tall. Then the subway ride from Grand Central Station. That in itself that been an adventure. I knew I would never forget the ride and flashing the return address from a letter my cousin had sent mama to anyone that would stop and look. Then, of course, asking how to get there. Each had given a different answer. Therefore I had ridden the subway for hours changing train on someone advice. Then taking another train on someone else’s advice. But finally, I had found my way to the two-story walk up in queens.

Then, on the third night after my arrival, I told my cousin that I was going to Manhattan and said that I should stay away from 42nd Street, as it was a hangout for queers and whores. Of course, that is directly where I headed.

Now, as I watched men in suites, women in evening dressing, alcoholics, blacks, those that I couldn’t even tell if they were men or women stroll past me, I thought that maybe my cousin had been mistaken. No one had approached me in spite of the way I was propped against the XXX theater like I had seen the cowboy do in the movie Midnight Cowboy.

Then suddenly I found a young man around thirty standing in front of me. He was staring directly into my eyes. I looked down at the sidewalk.

“You looking for some fun?” He asked.

I shook my head, refusing to glance up at him.

He stood staring at me several more moments before finally walking away.

I felt so bad about the incident that I thought about leaving and going back to Queens. Then I thought about what awaited me there. My cousin was a good guy but I just didn’t have anything in common with him and his roommate. All they did was drink beer and talk about girls. And when they went out it was to a local bar with a pool table and characters right out of a gangster movie.

I was so deep in thought that I didn’t realize the old man was standing in front of me for a long time. It was only when he spoke that I looked at him.

“You are new here.” He said.

I looked at him. My heart started pumping faster. The old man was dressed in a suite and tie. He looked like he had just stepped out of a picture of business men from a place call Wall Street that I had seen in a magazine at school. He was bald and tall and thin. Through his glasses I could see blue eyes. Even though his big nose was bent and his lips were too thin, he looked great to my eyes.

“Yes, Sir.” I mumbled again staring down at the sidewalk.

“How much?” He asked.

“How much what?” I asked looking up again.

He smiled. “Where are you from?”

“Dothan, Alabama.”

“How long have you been in the City?” He asked.

“I got here last Monday.” I answered and glanced back down at the sidewalk.

“What are you doing here on 42nd Street?” He asked. “Don’t you realize that this is a pick up place for hustlers and prostitutes?” He asked.

“My cousin told me that.” I answered. “I thought maybe I...I would be able to find someone that could tell me how to find a gay bar.” I suddenly explained. “I’m gay.” I added.

The old man reached up and rubbed his chin as he fought to keep from laughing. “Now don’t tell me you just came from a farm.” He added.

“Yes, Sir. I did.” I said and turned to leave.

“Wait! Wait! Don’t go!” The old man said grabbing me by the shoulder. “I didn’t mean any disrespect. It’s just that this is New York City and you really can’t trust anyone to tell the truth.” He said as I stopped and turned back to face him. “Come on and I’ll show you where to find a gay bar. In fact there is one just around the corner.”

I looked at him. He smiled. I smiled back. “OK.” I said.

“Come on.” He told me as he turned and walked away.

I was shocked at how close the bar was to where I had been standing, but then I had passed so many bars from where I had exited the subway to where I had been standing. How was I to know which one was a gay bar.

The old man asked me what I wanted to drink as we sat down at the long bar. I told him beer. He ordered a Manhattan for himself.

We talked as we drank. The beer loosened me up and I found myself telling the old man of my trip from Alabama. I didn’t tell him about my trouble with my father. Then when our drinks were almost finished he asked if I wanted to come over to his apartment.

“Yes, Sir.” I responded immediately.

Then I had my first cab ride in the City. We got off on the Upper East Side of town. The doorman impressed me as he opened the cab door. And suddenly I was in another world of expensive oriental rugs and furniture, the likes of which I had never seen before.

I tried to act as though I was used to such luxury as the old man led me to his bedroom. Yet I am sure that my darting eyes gave me away.

When he started undressing I did the same. I was used to my daddy and other having tan faces and arms and pale white bodies. The old man was completely tanned, with no tan like. His dick was long and thin.

He looked hard at me when I stripped off my jockey shorts. Guess he didn’t expect a skinny, 139-lb. kid to have such a big dick.

“Suck me.” He ordered abruptly. As he lifted his pecker and waved it back and forth. “Come over here, farm boy and suck it.” His voice was almost angry.

I hurried over and dropped to my knees in front of the old man and took his dick in my mouth. I tried just sucking the head of his dick but he wouldn’t let me. He grabbed my head and shoved his dick down my throat. Then as I deep throated his dick, he slapped me hard on the right cheek with his open hand.

The next thing I knew he had a leather belt in his hands and he was whipping me as I sucked him. I felt an urge to stop sucking his dick and floor the old man. I didn’t. Instead I took the beating and sucked his dick the best I could.

Then he suddenly pulled me to my feet and shoved me face first on the bed. He whipped my ass with the leather belt until it was bright red. Then he shoved his dick so hard into me that I cried out. As he continued to fuck me, tears rolled down my eyes. I wasn’t the pain that caused them, that I could take.

“Yea!” He cried out and I felt him unload his cum deep inside my ass. Immediately he rolled off me. I lay unmoving, thinking that maybe he wasn’t finished. “Time for you to go!” The old man cried out suddenly getting up from the bed.

As I got up I saw him reaching into the pocket of his pants and pull out some money. “Here’s some cab money.” He told me shoving the money into my hand. “Come on and get dressed. I’ve got to get to bed.” He added.

I dressed in a daze and didn’t even bother counting the money until I was out on the street again. I still had it clinched in my hand. I opened my hand and found two twenties. As I stuffed the money in my pocket, I realized that I didn’t even know that old man’s name.

When a young guy dressed in leather passed me, I call out to him asking the way to the subway. He gave hurried directions. It took me several wrong turns before I found the subway entrance. There wasn’t anyone waiting on the southbound platform that I could ask direction. Then seeing a bathroom, I went to take a piss.

I was surprised to find an old man stand at one of the two urinals. His clothes weren’t fancy; in fact they were rather old and dirty looking. He was short and chubby. He glanced at me when I entered. His face needed a shave. His eyes were slightly bloodshot. I hesitated. He turned farther in my direction and showed me his dick. He had a hard on. His old pecker was short but thick. As I stood watching him he motioned with his head from me to come over.

Still uncertain, I walked slowly over to the urinal beside him. He watched with his hawkish eyes as I pulled out my dick. Then as I stared pissing, he let go of his dick and stuck his hand in my stream of piss.

I glanced up at him. He didn’t smile. If he had he might have been handsome with his head of solid white hair. But he scrawled at me as he held his hand in my stream of piss. I would have stopped pissing but I had to go to bad to stop. When I finished pissing he lifted his hand and licked the piss from it as he stared down at my dick.

I had a hard on. I looked at him and then down at my dick. He suddenly got down on his knees and started sucking my dick. He vacuumed it into his hot mouth and as he sucked me I realized that he didn’t have any teeth. It was then that I realized that he smelt like old piss. But I was enjoying the blowjob so much that I let him continued. In fact I was so involved that I didn’t hear someone enter the bathroom until he was standing beside me.

The guy wasn’t as old as the toothless old man sucking my dick. The newcomer looked to be only in his late fifties. He had dark hair and complexion. He smiled at me just as I was going to jerk my dick out of the old toothless man’s mouth, I hesitated. Then when he reached down and pulled out his dick, I relaxed.

He walked up to the old man and without a word started pissing on him. The toothless old man moaned like he was getting a blowjob or something, so I guess he loved getting pissed on. And of course I realized why his clothes smelt of piss.

I shot off in the old man’s mouth and quickly stepped back from him. Immediately the newcomer stuck his dick into the old man toothless mouth. I watched the old man suck him for a moment before leaving.

As I waited for the train, I wondered why I had ever left Alabama. What I had found so far wasn’t any different then what I had left in Dothan. But as I spotted the bright lights of the train coming down the tracks, I decided that the following night I would visit the bar that the first old man had taken me to.

...............to be continued...............